Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 1111 - 1112: A Special Feeling

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1112: A Special Feeling

The main thing this time was that Lu Yaobing was only wearing a bathrobe, and at that moment, the clothes were all messed up, exposing a lot, so Song Xiaodong saw everything he should and shouldn’t have seen, touched what he should and shouldn’t have touched.

Obviously, it was something that could have been avoided, but it ended up being a little more serious than usual.

Lu Yaobing took a shower and changed clothes, then finally walked out of the bathroom, looking at Song Xiaodong, her face couldn’t help but blush.

Song Xiaodong lightly coughed and said, “I was neglected just now; this time, the medicine’s effect is weaker than before. I should have let you control it.”

Lu Yaobing’s face turned even redder. She knew this time wasn’t really unbearable, just a kind of impulse, then she didn’t even think about controlling it and just pounced on Song Xiaodong.

In fact, she realized this problem shortly after it started, but at that moment, she surprisingly didn’t stop, which made her not understand why she would do such a thing.

Unsure if it was for that special feeling, or unwilling to give up the chance to be close to her master, she was very conflicted just while bathing.

Seeing Song Xiaodong blaming himself, Lu Yaobing felt even more embarrassed, blushing, and said in a low voice with her head down, “Master, it’s okay. After all, it’s not the first time, whether controlled or not, I don’t mind.”

Song Xiaodong’s mouth twitched; Lu Yaobing’s demeanor was much like the women at home, which made him vigilant. This wasn’t okay; he finally took in a nice disciple, and he couldn’t let things turn into a wife situation.

After another light cough, Song Xiaodong said, “Yao Bing, we have to be careful in the future. It’s nothing for the master, a man, but you’re a young girl; it’s not good for you.”

“Oh…” Lu Yaobing glanced at Song Xiaodong and agreed with a soft voice, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers and then remained silent.

Song Xiaodong felt he had been a bit stern and softened his tone, saying, “Alright, let’s go out to eat and not starve ourselves.”

“Okay.” Lu Yaobing was like a little wife who had been wronged, obediently agreeing to whatever Song Xiaodong said.

The two went straight to the hotel restaurant to eat, and the atmosphere turned a bit gloomy, making Song Xiaodong feel awkward, saying, “Alright, I’m not blaming you, just eat properly.”

“You really don’t blame me?” Lu Yaobing raised her head, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Song Xiaodong.

“I don’t blame you. Just eat properly; what does it look like to be sulky.” Song Xiaodong said a bit crossly.

“Hehe…” Lu Yaobing immediately smiled happily and said, “I knew Master treats me the best.” Then she started eating heartily.

Song Xiaodong felt both amused and exasperated, shaking his head and saying with helplessness, “Taking you in as a disciple is tough.”

Lu Yaobing twisted her body and pouted, saying, “Master, I will definitely honor you properly in the future.”

“Alright, just don’t give me a headache.”

“I definitely won’t.” Lu Yaobing smiled again, picked up a bite of food, and directly brought it to Song Xiaodong’s lips, saying, “Master, try this. It tastes really great.”

Song Xiaodong leaned back, saying, “I’m not old; I don’t need you to feed me.”

“This is your disciple being filial. Come on, eat.” Lu Yaobing was persistent, not resting until Song Xiaodong ate.

Song Xiaodong had no choice but to open his mouth and eat it, saying, “You…”

Lu Yaobing shook her head triumphantly, saying, “Isn’t it delicious?”

Song Xiaodong chewed reluctantly, saying, “Indeed, being fed by a beautiful disciple, how could it not be tasty. You’re becoming quite a handful now.”

Lu Yaobing, being naughty, intended to please Song Xiaodong by feeding him, but when she used her chopsticks to pick up something for herself, a strange thought popped into her head: these chopsticks had just been in the master’s mouth, and now she’s using them—wasn’t that a bit too… intimate?

After taking the medicine, she might have had intimate interactions with Song Xiaodong, like tightly hugging and stimulating the senses through body friction, but they had not done much more.

Especially something like kissing, which they hadn’t done, and now sharing the same pair of chopsticks gave her the feeling of kissing Song Xiaodong.

“What are you thinking about?” Song Xiaodong noticed Lu Yaobing was distracted and asked.

“Nothing…” Lu Yaobing quickly picked up some food to cover her own thoughts.

Song Xiaodong said, “If you have any issues, just tell your master; your master can help you solve them.”

Lu Yaobing chewed a few times, calming herself a bit, then looked at Song Xiaodong with a sweet smile, saying, “Nothing, I just got a bit distracted.”

“Okay, while eating, don’t let your mind wander, or you’ll end up snorting food into your nose.”

“Pfft… Master, you’re so funny.” Lu Yaobing laughed at Song Xiaodong’s words.

During the meal that followed, nothing happened. Lu Yaobing still held a sense of reverence for Song Xiaodong, as he was her master, and those special thoughts would just occasionally emerge. The rest was respect for Song Xiaodong.

Apart from that reverence, Lu Yaobing felt very close to Song Xiaodong. Though sometimes stern, he was mostly gentle and caring, with his guidance and protection.

After finishing the meal, the two left the hotel, and Lu Yaobing immediately linked arms with Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong didn’t push her away, walking arm in arm with her towards the school, not driving. Along the way, he gave her some guidance.

Song Xiaodong spoke earnestly, and Lu Yaobing listened intently, frequently asking questions, teaching and learning together until they unknowingly arrived at the school.

“Okay, let go of me; people’s eyes are on us.” Song Xiaodong first noticed the odd looks they were getting from others.

Lu Yaobing paused for a moment, looking around. Instead of letting go, she tightened her hold and chuckled, “It’s fine, I’m your disciple; a lot of people at school already know.”

Song Xiaodong said, “Rumors are terrible.”

Lu Yaobing replied, “Don’t worry, the dean who talked nonsense got fired; who would dare to speak out of turn now?”

“You, I’m warning you, we should walk the straight path and not do wrong to others. That dean had issues, so he was dealt with. We can’t punish others just because they say something, okay?”

“Got it, but if we separate now after being seen, wouldn’t it make things more suspicious?”

Song Xiaodong thought it made sense and smiled, “Alright, suit yourself then.”